Mr.Graceffa doesn't do romance.

Chapter 8: Called in

{Shanes Pov}

I peeked my eyes open, the sun light glowing nicely through the big windows across the large bedroom. I had realized it was far past ten o'clock already, and that Joey wasn't in the room with me. I got out of bed slowly and peeked the door open to see Joey cooking breakfast in his kitchen. I walked to him, leaning against the counters. He smiled at me.

Joey: Good morning.

Shane: We're late for work.

Joey laughed.

Joey: I called in for you.

Shane: What about you?

Joey: I own the company. What are they gonna do? Fire me? Please.

I laughed, still kinda sleepy.

Shane: I suppose not.

Joey emptied the pan of eggs on to a plate and turned the oven off.

Shane: Doesn't your assistance make your break fast?

Joey just shook his head.

Joey handed me a plate and made himself one before sitting on the counter beside me.

I played with my food a little but, eating slowly and almost awkwardly.

Shane: So... Tell me about yourself, Mr.Graceffa.

He chuckled and finished swallowing what was in his mouth.

Joey: Well, Mr. Dawson, if you insist.

Joey pretended to straighten a nonexistent tie and sat up on the counter a little straighter.

Joey: I own the now sixth biggest corporation in the world. From towering hotels to holding business statuses, to manufacturing companies and television broadcasts, I have well taken up in my fathers footsteps and then some. I fully sponsor smaller schools and companies all over America, and plan to move east with the population of my companies, given the advanced skilled work to be able to handle it, through other hard workers like myself.

I laughed at first, and realized he wasn't kidding.

Shane: Why aren't you richer than Bill Gates then yet?

Joey just had a stern look on his face and waved his finger at me.

Joey: Bill Gates doesn't sponsor shit.

He tried to keep a straight face, but a smiled peeked through and he laughed.

Shane: Okay, okay. Now tell me about you, not your company.

Joey: I am under developed in the form of a personal life and relationships due to my childhood, so there is nothing to say.

Joey got up and put his dishes in the sink and put mine away too when i was finished. He helped me off his counter as if I needed any.

Shane: There's gotta be some little things. Favorite color?

Joey: Okay, Green. But also white.

Shane: Favorite pet you ever had?

Joey: I had two little kitten when I was younger, and I tried to take them up to my bunk bed, but almost dropped them. In an attempt to save them, I cracked my head on a bird house and had to get stitches.

I raised my eyebrow and sat by him on his couch.

Shane: That's something personal. See? You're evolving.

Joey chuckled and shook his head.

Joey: I don't want people to know me. Especially people by the likes of you.

One hand went to my chest, feeling offended by this.

Shane: What is that suppose to mean?

Joey: People who are smart and know things. Have experience with 'love' and such. While I'm strictly business, I have secrets that are better left untold. And if someone as brave and charming and smart as you are just came in here and knew my secrets, how would I know they wouldn't get broadcasted everywhere?

I sat there facing him, speechless.

Joey: And maybe that's why I don't want to fall in love. Maybe the breaker of all people and things and companies that are brought to their knees before me, maybe the breaker doesn't want to be broken. Maybe I have the satisfaction that for a time period in my life, the world is brought to puddy in my hands, and at any moment I can let it crumble and burn like the unpredictable whirlwind of natural disasters it is. And maybe when people understand I don't like the feeling of being vulnerable; of being the one able to be broken, that is why I choose not to fall in love. Because anything that falls in anything is only to be dropped and crashed.

I stared at the floor beside the couch, my lip trembling and my lungs shaking with air. My heart at a panic speed faster than light and louder than a drum I couldn't believe it wasn't bursting out my chest. Tears brought to my eyes at the thought of only this; only sex ever satisfying the man I had so carelessly lost everything to. I lost my body and my heart and only the remains lie in the bed in which we had never been closer in. The beauty in beasts is the most perplexing kind of torture. That even the huge waves that crash and drown people, and the huge tornados that sweep away town like dust, sound beautiful in poems and stories and so help me god I only wish to know why people romanticize these things!

These things are not beautiful! Blood of a sad girl sitting on her bathroom floor is not applaud worthy! Nor is the boy who puts a tooth brush down his throat to feel normal something to write in a pretty, cursive letter! It is something that should make the world around us sick to its stomach! Because most the time, you cant fix these things. And you cant fix a man who won't love into loving you, no matter how much you love him.

I stood up from the couch, dusting myself off. I ran to the room, afraid I was going to be sick and grabbed my clothes.

Getawaygetawaygetawaygetaway.

I threw on the dirty clothes and came back into the living room while buttoning my pants.

Joey: Leaving early, Shane? Do you wish to hear more about my dark past and horrid opinion on things or have you had your fair share of foot in the ass realization?

I looked up at him, whom was now standing in front of me. His usual blue eyes seemed dark, and his head had a tilt to it to match the sarcastic smirk on his face.

Shane: As much as I'd love to stay, I have work tomorrow, at the sixth biggest company in the world, which is planning to move east ward and Bill Gates doesn't sponsor shit and I must run.

I ran to the door and one of Joeys servers opened it for me, unlocking many locks.

Joey: Okay. See you in my office tomorrow.

The door finally opened, and I ran out.

{A/N: I'm messing with your guys emotions a lot sorrryyyyyyy}